Little old ladies, upset by 24 hour coverage of the bombing. “I want my stories!”
Teenage girls upset that the malls closed yesterday night.
Anyone coming up with a World Trade Center joke.
Workers in the WTC being told to by their Type A supervisors to “get back to work … there’s money to make!” after the crash.
Arab-Americans – or anyone with dark skin – getting harassed.
Palestinian-Americans dancing in the streets, ululating, throwing sweets around, and so on.
Were there ever OKC jokes? I know that I never have heard a one.
It is nice to believe that some things are truly sacrosanct.
My friend Tony, who’s still in high school back in New York, writes that his 12-year-old cousin was extremely upset yesterday that she couldn’t go to the mall and buy herself new shoes for school like she’d been planning to. He liked to slapped her face off.
The murder of civilians being taken as the justification for the murder of further civilians.
The miracles. “It was a miracle that…” When used to explain the survival of one person–OR DOG, as often happens–when so many others died is evil and irreligious, despite the claimed faiths of the claimants.